Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Venezuela and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ice-T to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cecil Taylor,
New Order,
The Music Machine,
Funkadelic,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
Ice-T,
Nation of Ulysses,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
Lou Christie,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Teasers,
Index,
10cc,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
Josef K,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Clear Light,
Outsiders,
The Saints,
Public Enemy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magma,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
The Cure,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.